Secretly, Amen'ra was glad that Waylon was eating the way he was because it only made his own thoughts less grotesque. His parents forced him to show decorum while eating even though he so wished he could just eat like his new friend, it seemed he was simply too trained to do the likes. He didn't judge him for it, and in fact found it amusing; offering a small smile while dicing his steak perfectly with each bite of the food. Picking up a different side with each chomp of the perfectly cooked meat.
Placing his fork and knife down, he would pick up the corn on a cob and proceed to shred through it's yellow form within seconds. Almost as if he was inhaling the grain, and he would dab his mouth with his napkin while laughing lightly. "I apparently don't have to ask how it tastes."
Continuing to eat he would sip down the rest of his wine before pouring himself another glass of the delightful liquid. Beginning to eat his steak again he would smirk and mimic his mother in a joking tone. "You know if you eat too fast you'll get a tummy ache."